tired of lowdown prose that litters the page like whiskey-driven scrawls on drunk tank walls recounting twisted love affairs with the seductive dark ass of death searching for something real— looking for something certain— by now it should be clear the only sure thing is an old coupe deville— but if you wanna shoot go ahead & pull the trigger walk the plank slam that fatal fix   or better yet if you’re really crazy about going out in a pointless blaze walk down to your nearest recruiter & sign on the dotted line maybe you can replace some worn out kid who’s tired of staring down the working end of an ak-47 tired of waiting for a dark-eyed lady with explosives strapped to her waist who seriously craves a deadly embrace